woot. woot.

if you have been reading my previous posts or following me on twitter, you probably knew by now that i’m really really looking forward in reading and watching time traveler’s wife. well, yesterday i did saw the movie.. online. it is currently being shown in the some parts of the country excluding region 3, where we’re located at. i have no idea why they’re not showing it here. :-/

anyway, here’s what i can say about the film, actors and stuffs..

• i was quite disappointed with the movie.. i don’t know.. maybe because i expect too much from the film that it can’t possibly live to my expectation.
• the actors were good. the child who plays claire(6 years old) is so cute. 
• the effects were great. the part were henry’s body was disappearing/fading.. so cool. it looks real.
• the transition is very confusing. sometimes can’t distinguish if the setting is in the past or present.. or is it henry from the past going into present or past going to present or future.
• i wasn’t sure if this was shown and i’m just not paying attention or it was not shown at all.. how exactly did henry die?
• i’m expecting that the ending would be dramatically sad but.. it’s not. well, yes it is sad but not as sad or not the same as the sadness i felt upon the ending of meg ryan and nicholas cage’s city of angels.

over all time traveler’s wife is a feel-good movie. a movie that makes you believe that love is patient and that it can conquer all even those not-so-normal things. this movie is a must-see for all those hopeless romantic people out  there.

big thanks!

Dear Ma’am Suarez,

Thanks for reading and commenting on one of my blog post(my first love..). I appreciate it so much. I do promise to continue supporting your books and other locally published books as well. More power and thanks again. =)

-Aila

follow me.. please?

i have a twitter account for quite some time now but it’s only been lately that i regularly udpate/post tweets. hmm, so if you have an account there.. feel free to follow me. my username is Ridgezpop.. or you can just type twitter.com/ridgezpop. i would really really really appreciate if you follow or message me there. ^-^

my first love..

sometimes when we’re bombarded with so many things.. we tend to forget those simple things that makes us happy. in my case, because of all those stressful school works and the alluring internet.. i forget how much i adore reading.. how much i enjoy it.. and how much relaxation it gives me. i’m not sure if my liking for books/reading is triggered by the fact that my father used to work for a publishing company or maybe it’s genetic because both my parents loves to read. but what i’m sure of, reading has been my passion ever since. growing up.. my parents always brought me books(story books, encylopedias, activity books, etc.) as pasalubong. i really want to share those books(that i really like) to all of you but right now.. i can’t. my makeshift library is currently disorganized and i doubt that i can compile all those books within an hour. =p 

anyway, i went to national bookstore after my class a while ago. i intent to buy time traveler’s wife but according to ate cashier/customer service there are no deliveries daw even though they are requesting it. so, i bought another book nalang. My Imaginary Ex by Mina V. Esguerra, it’s a locally published book by summit books. I love summit books’ books. All their books actually fall under one category.. chic lit. i think i have almost all their books except those 3 books that has titles that starts with “every girls guide to…” but i’m also planning to buy those.. when i have the money na.

<- i’m gonna start reading na, after i publish this post.

<- my summit books’ collection, some of the books aren’t here coz they were borrowed by my peers.

<- i support locally published books. <3 bob ong’s books!

<- these are only some foreign books that are part of my collection.(i still have plenty on the shelves)

<- i don’t limit myself strictly to chic lit books.. i read all sorts of book genres.

P.S. memoirs of a geisha, heart of darkness and the giver were given to me as presents.. the rest of the books you see are bought using my own money/savings. =)

Greener side of me.

Our local government planned a road widening project along McArthur Highway. But in order to accomplish the said project.. they need cut 4000+ trees. yep. four effin’ thousand! okay. first, i don’t think there is a CURRENT need for road expansion.. i’ve been passing through that road everyday for 14 years now(because of schooling)and i don’t remember experiencing any massive traffic.. well atleast not until they start cutting down the trees because this past few months they are closing a lane or 2 and because of this traffic is building up. second,it’s very intruiging that this project was approved by DENR. i mean DENR should’ve been the first one to oppose the project because if i’m not mistaken their mission/so-called mission is.. to protect the environment. And cutting down trees can’t be classified as protecting the environment. Hmp. good thing there are many environmentalist here in our province and ask help from some NGOs. They even painted human figures to those trees that aren’t yet(and hopefully won’t be) cutted.  here’s a pic.

I’ve read this article from a magazine and i was really moved by it. i almost cry while reading it. i wanna share the article to all of you guys so i typed it. i hope you’ll appreciate this article as much as i did.

Killing ‘em softly by Nestor Cuartero (From Philippine Panorama August 9, 2009)

They were killing us softly it hurt so bad. The cutters, with neither heart nor mercy, came early in the morning, dressed in faded blue shirts and stinky demins, armed with ordinary bolos, axes, and a ruthless attitude. I shuddered at the thought we were going to be attacked again in the guise of beautification.

I looked at myself, my narrow trunk and slim frame from which grew some branches decked with beautiful, green leaves and tiny yellow-orange flowers. I thought I looked good and served my purpose well enough.

Birds and bees sat on my branches, making music, multiplying among themselves. The same cutters, who double as street sweepers, rest under my shade in high noon.

On my trunk, one worker had pinned a big nail last summer on which he usually hangs his home-cooked lunch. It hurt so badly when he buried the nail on my tender flesh.

I cried. I bled, but he ignored, never felt it. He and his friends continued taking their sweet lunches under my protective canopy, unmindful of the pain I was going through.

When the cutters came that early morning in our line of young trees serving Quezon Avenue in Quezon City, we shivered and wondered why it was happening again. Many of us had not been warned we were due for another trim, an unwanted haircut. We could have delayed the flowers from blooming, halted more young twigs from sprouting.

Wasn’t it only a few months ago when some local government unit mercifully cut us up, from waist up, all the way to our branches and twigs, leaving us only with a few little branches, usually just two, in the uppermost areas?

All that merciless, mindless cutting without let-up made us look like a row of erected, armless skeletons on the highway. With only a bare trunk on the ground level, we felt and looked pathetic, pitiful, hopelessly ugly, robbed of our pride and dignity, our crown of leaves and flowers.

They cut us up when we grow branches within their reach. When we grow our branches taller towards the sky that is our only protector in this highly polluted city that we didn’t choose, they also mangle us. They claim we are a threat to some view that we obstruct, to electricity from flowering freely in the city.

The cadena de armor growing lush on my feet cried to me moments before she was wiped off from the chicken fence that served as an island in the middle of the street. For no reason, she was killed, just when she had grown lots of roots and crawling branches and flowers all over the place. I thought she, with that thick foliage of green and pink, was beautiful sight. How could anyone not see all that basic beauty amidst a smoke-filled, filthy city?

What are we to do? It baffles us how these people can treat us this shabbily when we do nothing but enhance their way of life. When we don’t prettify the scenery, we protect their environment.

Underground, we hold unquantified gallons of water that prevent or reduce flooding. Above ground, we offer shelter, fruits, and flowers. When will they realize that tall, big, shadowy trees make a city greener, more beautiful? That we help a city breathe more freely?

My relatives in other parts of the world, such as those in Singapore and Vancouver, tell me they’re allowed to grow and glow in the middle of thick pavements, amid fast cars that line those cities. It isn’t that way in Manila. They hate it when we grow big, when we spread our wings on their cemented roads, with lots of shade.

If only those humans could turn us into bonsais, we’d probably be out of here. My neighbor, the slim eucalyptus next to me, however, tells me the regular trims should make us feel somewhat lucky. Those people could have simply uprooted us without rhyme or reason and no one would have cared or raised hell.

They could say we were going to be balled, relocated to another destination. But, many of us die even before we get balled.

Our fate isn’t important to anyone. A series of uprooted, healthy old trees, some as old as 100 years, never merits any inquiry unlike sex videos.

I looked down on the heap of chopped branches, twigs, leaves and flowers gathered on my feet. I could see them withering, lifeless and in sorrow. I die with them.

My branches are my children. Humans should know and respect that. They got their inspiration to draw their so-called family trees from me.

Branches emanate from various sides of my trunk. Each branch, like a son or daughter, is nurtured to fruition. What would humans feel if any of their children is cut off, not allowed to groom and bloom?

I die slowly each time the cutters come and aim at me and the rest of us their heartless, glistening war tools.

[updated]proofread people. seriously.

i was reading news online about mrs. aquino’s wake when i came across with this article..

<click the image to view the article>

Read the part that i highlighted. At first i thought i misread it or something but when i read it over and over again.. i was convinced that it was really indeed a typo.

August 8, 2009 7:46am

>>i just checked the article again.. the typo has been corrected..

my uber random thoughts

it’s august first!!.. don’t you realize something? it’s exactly one month before the “ber” season.you know septemBER, octoBER and so on. anyway.. what is so important with the ber season? we’ll it signifies that christmas is coming! i don’t exactly know why.. but almost all filipinoes consider christmas as the most awaited event/occasion of the year.

i’m currently hearing someone singing “careless whisper” in a videoke. For some obvious reason.. this song always reminds me of Hayken Kho and Katrina Halili. Um,, yes, i already saw that scandal including those other scandals of hayden[please don’t judge me.]..i watched it together with some of my other friends.

Former president Corazon Aquino passed away early this morning. She was diagnosed with colon cancer last year and based from some articles that i read her doctor said that she might only have 3 months to live. she had surpass her 3-month life sentence but unfortunately her time has already come. i’m not actually the political-minded type but i do believe that president aquino is a democratic icon. she’s one of the people who truly did fight for our freedom under the marcos regime. most of the people say that mrs. aquino had already prepared her family for this..but i think nobody is really that prepared for this..death. um, so,, i want to address my sincere condolences to her family.

I was watching some videos on youtube a while ago and i came across with some new moon clips[those from comic con]. i will admit, i was and still a twilight saga fan. sometimes i’m really hesitant to tell everybody this.. um, i don’t know maybe because i don’t want them to think that i’m just going with the flow coz… c’mon let’s admit it twilight is really popular right now.. even 5 year olds knows about it. so,, i had read all four books including the draft for midnight sun. actually, i only read the book out of curiosity. my classmate lend me the book(the first one) and i immediately fell inlove with the story[but not with edward.. dunno why]. i tried to buy all the four books but unfortunately all bookstores i went to are out of stock with any of the books. good thing e-books of the book are available online. um, so yeah, i read the remaining sequels through e-books. i had finish the whole series in a week.. hehe.

i’m sick again.  argh! why am i so vulnerable. i’m not malnourished or anything but why do i always get sick. i’m like a sick-magnet. the only thing that i can think of.. that might be the cause of me getting a fever was the 2 consecutive days that i drink shake and ate ice cream. *cough* *cough* i hate being sick especially during times like this that i have so many school works and extra curriculars that are deadline next week.